The Big Trip

The Big Trip

There is so much to absorb in Catherine’s latest post I can’t possibly do it justice in a few lines here. On the surface it’s about a weekend spent with her father visiting family, but really it’s about friendship, family, legacy and above all love. Catherine is the most wonderful storyteller and this is a beautiful story. Read it and reflect deeply on your own family, legacy and love.

It is Tuesday afternoon. Zsolt and I are knocked out and still in bed. He is working between his sniffles (the man has a cold) and I am blogging between my aches. The timer is set so every 45 minutes we get up and do some movements together. It helps a lot and the pain I felt all weekend is loosening its grip. It’s a pretty nice day together, despite our utter exhaustion. He is sick, and I should probably be 10 meters away from the man at all times, but damn I missed him so much. I cannot bring myself to leave his side.

This past weekend was the Big Trip for my father and I (I wonder how my Dad is doing today? He’s back at work while Zsolt and I get to hang out in bed!). Dad and I headed out west for the weekend to visit…